Novel & Cerita Dripping Blood When I Poop

I gasped, voice breaking between sobs. Her vision blurred from tears and dizziness. She felt the room spin, and when she glanced down at the bathtub, her eyes widened. There was a streak of deep red mixed with what I had just vomited. For a moment, I thought it was just a trick of the light—but then I looked lower. My breath caught. It is blood. It wasn't running from my mouth–it was running down my thighs. “No… no, no, no…” I whispered, shaking my head frantically. “This can’t be… oh God, please no…”

I complained. His frown deepened as his gaze drifted past me. I followed his eyes and saw blood smeared across the white sheets. My gaze settled lower on my thighs. His cum mixed with blood was smeared there too. I bit my lip, my gaze refusing to meet his. The sudden realization of the blood made my lower stomach knot painfully. “Uhumm.” He scratched the back of his head, his gaze flickering between the blood and my face. “Shit. Should I call the doctor or— Baby… I’m so sorry, but is this normal?”

A red stain spread across the front of my dress and a single drop of blood slid down my leg, then another, until they fell to the floor with a sickening rhythm. Drip. Drip. Drip. The blood pooled beneath me, vivid and stark against the polished hardwood. “No,” I whispered, my voice breaking. My knees gave out, and I sank to the floor, my trembling hands hovering over the pool of blood. “No, no, no… This can't be happening!...

I could only nod my head. I laid back on the bed, still feeling exhausted and then I had to run. I barely made it to the toilet as I started vomiting blood. It changed from dark red to black as I kept vomiting. I felt Adara behind me as she placed a cold face cloth on the back of my neck and sat with me until it stopped.

I went up to my room after dinner, there wasn’t anything much to do after all, so after playing games with my phone and calling my parents which none of them answered, I ended up falling asleep, wishing for tomorrow to be better than the last four days of my life. *** I woke up to a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. What the hell? I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, only one thing gives me this kind of pain. Turning on my bathroom light, I took off my pajamas pants only to be met with a few drops of blood. What is going on? I wasn’t supposed to be seeing it till two days later.

I winced as I remained on the floor in pain, hoping for the pain to ease and my breaths to be stable. I laid on the floor for minutes until the pain subsided. I pushed myself up, ready to exit the bathroom when I felt cold liquid trickling down my legs. I looked down, and what I saw made me gasp in horror. Blood!

Drip. Drip. Drip. My stomach twisted violently. Because I recognized the hoodie immediately. Mine. Except— I hadn’t worn it in weeks. My breathing became uneven again. “No…” I grabbed it quickly and pulled it down. The fabric was freezing cold. Like it had been outside in rain. And on the sleeve— Dark brown stains. Not mud. Blood. I dropped the hoodie instantly. My chest tightened so hard it hurt. “No no no—” I stumbled backward. Mind racing violently.

"You're still denying it at this point? If the baby isn't yours, then why are you so pale? Why do you need someone to support you when you walk? And most importantly…" She paused on purpose, her gaze locking onto my gray sweatpants. "Why is there blood on your pants?" Everyone immediately looked at me. When they spotted the stain, they all chimed in. "Yeah, how do you explain the blood on your pants? Don't tell me it's your period." My face instantly went up in flames, and even the tips of my ears were burning red. The truth was, I'd just had surgery for hemorrhoids. Before this, I had been howling in pain in bed. Then the police called, and somewhere on the way over, the stitches probably s

I made my way back to the bathroom and pulled down my cotton nightie and began urinating, but it was so painful that I yelled in pain. When I got up, my pulse raced, and I backed away in quick, jerky steps at the sight of my urine. It was real blood and it was a lot. "Mum!" I yelled, letting out a primal scream as terror took over my body. I was bleeding, and droplets of blood trickled down my lap to the floor. My mum rushed inside, alarmed. "What is it, honey?" "I… I ….I don't know… I'm bleeding," I babbled.

I take deep breaths, and head over to the bathroom. In the cold fluorescent light, I lean against the counter, trying to steady my breathing. My reflection stares back at me, pale and puffed, my eyes rimmed with exhaustion. I reach for a new tampon, bracing myself for the familiar routine, but as I pull the used one free, my stomach clenches. It’s barely covered with blood. Just streaks of brownish red. My heart skips a beat, a cold weight settling in my chest. Spotting. Oh, no.